BY JIM W. MILLER
We all know the lament, and some of us have been writing about it for almost four years. Will Drew Brees, one of the NFL’s all-time great quarterbacks, go down in history as another Archie Manning? Great player on an average team. Sure, Brees won a Super Bowl which puts him in kind of a purgatory of greatness. Certainly higher than Archie, who never enjoyed a winning season in New Orleans, but not quite the Beulah Land of Peyton or even Eli, if you’re counting championships.
Brees had it right: Anthem is a time for unity, not protest!
On Thursday, I got a call from Doug Mouton, an old friend who is sports director of WWL-TV, asking if I would appear on the station’s popular “Fourth Down on Four” broadcast on Sundays after Saints games. I couldn’t turn him down because Doug’s been a friend since I came to the Saints at a time he was laboring at the bottom of the TV sports spectrum as a cameraman. Plus, a little visibility helps sell books as well as infusing some credibility into my website, speaking engagements and family discussions.
Is the Saints’ descent predictable or fixable?
by Jim Miller, former Exec. VP of the New Orleans Saints
Morten inducted into the Hall of Fame without me
I didn’t think Morten Andersen would ask me to present him when he was inducted into the Pro Football Hall of Fame on Saturday. And he didn’t.
You see, I happened to be the Saints executive who announced that Andersen was being cut in 1995 and for a time wore the horns as “the man who cut Morten.” Of course, anybody who thought I had the authority to make personnel decisions probably also thought I gave financial advice to owner Tom Benson. But that’s beside the point.
by Jim W. Miller
Imagine a small-time beauty queen, say Miss County Rural Electric, who has won her way through some local competitions on her way to winning the state prize. The girls notice her, especially when she drapes her Rural Electric banner across her swimsuit, and the boys notice her because, well, because they’re boys. But one day she is asked to attend a function with other contest winners when another invitee enters and sucks the air out of the room. All talking stops and all eyes turn as another contest winner has arrived, sashaying into the room with an elegance you can’t teach and a smile brighter than the diamonds at Jared.
The NFL draft is upon us, and the prognosticators have been busy debating who their local team will select. I have not waded into the debate, but I do have one prediction that is certain to come true: The Saints will actively try to move up or move down through trades. And the key to successful trading is a little-discussed weapon that assures they are receiving value, whichever way they go. The problem is that the other 31 teams have the same weapon.
by Jim W. Miller
Once again, we are confronted with one of those conundrums (conundra?) of sports: Logic or Emotion? We know that emotion is quick and loud: “WHAT, ARE THEY CRAZY? HOW COULD THEY…” Emotion is your nosey neighbor’s reaction when the leaves from your magnolia tree litter his yard. Emotion is our immediate reaction to something we had never considered and immediately sounds like the dumbest idea we ever heard.
by Jim W. Miller
To say that Peter Finney’s long career as a New Orleans writer and sports columnist lasted a lifetime is not an exaggeration. In fact, it lasted 68 years, which, according to the current Gregorian calendar, I achieved on my last birthday. Man, that’s a long time for one person to be doing the same thing, but the tributes that have rolled in since Pete Finney died Saturday morning at age 88, suggest that every day of those 68 years was a day well spent.